The Poetical Works of John Dryden, 第 1 卷J. Nichol, 1855 |
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... dare I such a doctrine here admit , As would destroy the providence of wit . ' Tis your strong genius , then , which does not feel Those weights would make a weaker spirit reel . To carry weight , and run so lightly too , Is what alone ...
... dare I such a doctrine here admit , As would destroy the providence of wit . ' Tis your strong genius , then , which does not feel Those weights would make a weaker spirit reel . To carry weight , and run so lightly too , Is what alone ...
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... dares the most , makes all the rest his foes . Yet when some virtue much outgrows the rest , It shoots too fast and high to be express'd ; As his heroic worth struck envy dumb , Who took the Dutchman , and who cut the boom . Such praise ...
... dares the most , makes all the rest his foes . Yet when some virtue much outgrows the rest , It shoots too fast and high to be express'd ; As his heroic worth struck envy dumb , Who took the Dutchman , and who cut the boom . Such praise ...
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... dare , That your least praise is to be regular . 37 50 Time , place , and action , may with pains be wrought ; But genius must be born , and never can be taught . 60 This is your portion ; this your native store ; Heaven , that but once ...
... dare , That your least praise is to be regular . 37 50 Time , place , and action , may with pains be wrought ; But genius must be born , and never can be taught . 60 This is your portion ; this your native store ; Heaven , that but once ...
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... dare ; 40 Contented to be thinly regular : Born there , but not for them , our fruitful soil With more increase rewards thy happy toil . Their tongue , enfeebled , is refined too much ; And , like pure gold , it bends at every touch ...
... dare ; 40 Contented to be thinly regular : Born there , but not for them , our fruitful soil With more increase rewards thy happy toil . Their tongue , enfeebled , is refined too much ; And , like pure gold , it bends at every touch ...
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... on petty draughts , nor dare design A more exalted work , and more divine . For what a song , or senseless opera Is to the living labour of a play ; 106 110 120 130 Or what a play to Virgil's work would be , EPISTLES . 37.
... on petty draughts , nor dare design A more exalted work , and more divine . For what a song , or senseless opera Is to the living labour of a play ; 106 110 120 130 Or what a play to Virgil's work would be , EPISTLES . 37.
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第103页 - His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he Heaven and Earth defied Changed his hand and check'd his pride. He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse: He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And weltering in his blood; Deserted at his utmost need By those his former bounty fed; On the bare earth exposed he lies Alexander's Feast 109 With not a friend to close his eyes.
第102页 - Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes! Bacchus , ever fair and young , Drinking joys did first ordain : Bacchus...
第72页 - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty •, In both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
第101页 - Happy, happy, happy pair ! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair.
第30页 - Better to hunt in fields for health unbought Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise for cure on exercise depend : God never made His work for man to mend.
第105页 - Now strike the golden lyre again ; A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark, the horrid sound Has raised up his head; As awaked from the dead, And, amazed, he stares around. •Revenge, revenge!
第104页 - is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying: If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying; Lovely Tha'is sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee.
第106页 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies: She drew an angel down.
第201页 - I have pleaded guilty to all thoughts and expressions of mine, which can be truly argued of obscenity, profaneness, or immorality ; and retract them. If lie be my enemy, let him triumph ; if he be my friend, as I have given him no personal occasion to be otherwise, he will be glad of my repentance. It becomes me not to draw my pen in the defence of a bad cause, when I have so often drawn it for a good one.
第193页 - Tales, their humours, their features, and the very dress, as distinctly as if I had supped with them at the Tabard in Southwark.